to my sleepless nights
still waking up, I'm blinding by the lights
the moon is not over to bright me up
and I won't take a fight
how can I snab?
this snap in my head
I feel I need a dead
body by this state
have nothing on my plate.
it iterates the sickness
all I do is picture my grimace
the worth's now hopeless
no one wants to witness.
the best of me is the best of 'em
addictions are young to breathe a pain
how much is the price of dignity?
feels like wanting lengthy sympathy.
but, I thank those nights
I feared as colden high
it was a good a suicide
and I died, I might.
